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THE MUSIC OF THE REST 

AND 

OTHER VERSE 



BY 



KA THARINE M. HALE 



THE MUSIC OF THE REST 

AND 

OTHER VERSE 



BY 



KATHARINE M. HALE 



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Copyright, 1913, 
by Katharine M. Hale 



Designed and Printed by 
MOYLE i MOYLE 
Appleton, WitcoDsia 



©CI.A357593 



To 

K. E. B. and M. E. C. 

These Thoughts 

are affectionately and gratefully 

dedicated 



Go fortk, oil, children of my heart, 
and take to other hearts ana lives the 
blessing and the cheer that you have 
brought to mine. 

K. M. H. 



Devotional 



Tke Music of tke Rest 

Come ye apart — and rest awhile. — Mark 6:31 . 



In tke grand oratorios of Life — 

God writes us unexpected rests! 
Tkese treak tke rush, the strain, the storm, the 
strife. 

And are our surely needful tests! 
How these are kspt, not reaching for the next 

Nor clinging to the former strain — 
In perfect waiting — listening for the text 

To make the Master's meaning plain 
Proves or disproves our individual skill. 

Some high, some lo^pv^, some intermediate sing 
Each voice is needed m its part, 

Tho' one in solo rise on peerless wmg, — 
Lost in the chorus one! An art 

Divinely wise, hrings, here and there, a rest! 
And he — rd tell it o'er and o'er — 

Sings hest, who, losing self — interprets hest 
In notes or rests, — throughout the score — 

The Master's grand, eternal, loving will! 



At Morning Davi^n 

Rest in the Lord. — Ps. 37-7 



Today^ my soul, kc tkou at rest, 

God s po"wer shall do for all ^s^hat's best, 
God s po^^er, not thine; be tbou at rest. 

Today, my soul, be tbou at rest, 

God s love IS wide as east from west, 
God B love, not tbme; be tbou at rest. 

Today, my soul, be tbou at rest, 

God's ligbt illumines every test, 
God s ligbt, not tbme? be tbou at rest. 

Today, miy soul, be tbou at rest, 

God s work sball be forever blest, 
God s >^ork and tbine; be tbou at rest. 



H 



ymn 



Alba Fatker, Life Divine! 

Make TKine own this life of mine! 
Keep it ever from tkis kour, — 

Subject to Tby will and power! 

Holy Spirit, Light Divine 

Dwell withm this heart of mine! 
So li^ht up its inmost core 

Sm can darken it no more! 



Jcsu8, Savior, Love Divine! 

Fill witb love tkii keart of mine! 
Skall not Bouh be born to Tkee 

\Vken I love, aa Tkou lov st me. 



Rest 

Psalms 121:4 

Ok, -weary ones, wKen, worn with care. 
Long nights sleep Lath not broken — 

Think how One, gentle, loving, fair. 
Hath sent to the<^ this token. — 

'Come, rest thee now, ana rest thee ever. 
Thy Keeper sleepeth never! 

Why need we horrow^ anxious pain 
For each unkno-wn tomorrow? 

As m the past, so yet again. 

E'en through some coming sorrow^. 

The Lord will keep us and hath kept, =^ 
Never through ages hath He slept! 

So, night or day, we peaceful rest. 

Our rohes of trust around us, — 

Secure that he that know^s us hest. 

Who loved us as He found us, — 

Ever m his own name will keep. 
Nor slumher w^ill, nor sleep! 



Thine, Jesus, 1 hme 



Consecration Hymn 

Thine, Jesus, Tliine! 
I am no longer mine; 

I glaa 1 hy sov reignty confess. 
And own Thee, LorJ, my Rigfkteousness. 

Thme, Jesus, TKine. TKine, Jesus, Thine! 

Thine, wholly Thine: 
I nothing keep as mine. 

A loving service mine shall be. 
For Thou art ''All in all' to me! 

Thine, Jesus, Thine. Thine, Jesus, Thine! 

Thine, ever Thine; 
Nor doubts nor fears are mine. 

In dark or light, to Thee I bow. 
In life or death my King art Thou! 

Thme, Jesus, Thine. Thine, Jesus, Thine! 



Morning Hymn 



Safely tkrougK another night, 

Tliou hast brought us to the light. 

Help us. Lord, through all this Jay, 
Look to Thcc m every -svay! 

Be our Guide, our Light, our Shiela, 
Be m every power ^ve wield! 

Through the happy morning hour. 

Through the midday eun or shower. 

As the day sinks toward the west. 

And the twilight brings us rest, — 

Be Thou every moment still 

Sovcrign of our life and will! 

In each thought, each work, each deed. 
May Thy Holy Spirit lead! 

So in us Thy w^ill he done 

While this day its course doth run- 

That v^e may he nearer Thee, 

Here, — and through eternity. 



Looking Upw^ard 



Oh, what it must be, to he yonder. 
Away from all toil and all fret. 

Forever no douht, and no wonder. 

Nor au^ht w^e would -wish to forget! 

It s lovely down here in the gloaming. 

With choicest or blessings and friends, 

Out oh! -who would hinder our roaming 
Where joy s rarest light never ends. 



In Time of Gloom 



Tke niglit is dark, my tlesseJ Lord. 

I cannot see TKy face. 
Nor can I reach nor touck Tny nana — 

But I will trust TKy grace. 



Coldness and doubt envelop me. 

Distrust and fear o erwnelm, — 

Yet in my face firm fixed toward T nee- 
Whose sure hand guides my helm. 



1 he Lord Our Righteousness 



Borne down by sm, and ^rief, and skame, 

O erwnelmed with sense or helplessness" 
I tear the sweetness of tkis name — 

'■'"Tlie Lord our Righteousness! ' 

I see my sins as scarlet flame. 

As filtliy ragfs the test Fve done: — 
Yet clear atove ttem stmes ttis name — 
""Tte Lord our Rigtteousness! ' 

Suet tlessing can I never claim! 

Yet tumtly question, — "Can it te 
He tearett ^viUingly ttis name — 

"""Tte Lord our Rigtteousness! 

My Lord! my Savior from atove! — 

— So melt my sins and griefs away! 
I rise to sing — tlest name of Love, — 

"Tte Lord our Rigtteousness! 



1 lie Door of My Lip3 



ICeep TKou tke door of my lips, dear Lord, 
Tkat it open not to an evil worJ; 
Nor wrong, nor untruth, nor envy, nor strife; 
Unlovable thought, nor doubt, nor distrust. 
Dreading of death, nor impatience of life. 
Nor aught I might say through judgment unjust- 
Of pain to Thine ow^n, dishonor to Thee, 
O, keep Thou the door of my lips for me! 



TKere SKall be no Nigkt TKere 



For forty years no light! 

Darkness as utter night! 
Patience and gentleness — 

At! wKo could fail to guess 
How these have gro-wn apace 

Looking in her dear face! 

Her sad eyes gently closed — 

As if a task imposed — 
Till inner visions rise 

Too rare for mortal eyes; 
— Half told though — in a smile 

Of radiance — the ^vhile! 

All the sweet sights of earth — 

— Dream Ave how much they are worth? 
Which blest her eyes of yore 

May hless them never more! 
This, as I sa^v her last, — 

But now all darkness past. 



Hepatica 



Ok! Jarling blue Hepatica! 

Of tkee no poets song I know. 
Thou art not praised by sage or wit. 

And yet I love, I love tkee so! 
A baby queen tnou standest erst, — 

Wrapped m tbe daintiest, softest furs. 
Today an arcbed beaven of blue 

And filled with tiniest golden stars! 



Early Violet {Johnnie Jump-up) 

Tke same little tlossom 'wliose liead laid low. 

Death pale anJ skivering under tke snow, 
Wkile tke titter nortn wind moaned round her 
grave. 
And the snow bird its sad tribute gave, — 
Has opened ker eyes m glad surprise. 

On the fresh green earth and the soft spring 
skies! 
With the song of Dirds her purple and gold, — 

Through the de^v drops kissed, — grew hright 
as or old. 
And the hreath of perfume, like sweetest of dreams. 
Floats forth on the sunshine and taths in its 
heams. 

So let us, my darling, if life prove cold. 

And our quivering hearts in pain untold 
Bend loM^ neath lost hope or the -winds of change, 

Tho' friends the dearest grow icily strange 
And darkness of winter lies round ahove — 

Think oft of the violets pure true love — 
And keep in our hearts some purple and gold 

To grow bright when songs of new^ spring 
have told. 
When music of Life, — fresh joy unfolds. 

Our eye a new lease of living keholds! 



Flower Dreams 



Wlio knows -wliat tke dreams of the flowers may te 
As tkey lie m tkeir \vliite winter beds? 

Not one bit of tlie earth or the sky they see 
For the blanKet of snow o er their heads. 

All \vrapped in sweet slumbers, how snugly they lie. 
Through all the long and cold dreary days. 

For no rude blast of -wind w^iU they ope an eye 
However so long the Ice King stays. 

Are they telling their dreams in odors and tints 
When they come at the call of the birds? 

Of what fairy dream lands are colors the hints 
And sweet odors both music and words? 

Ah! hlossoms, dear blossoms you teach. 

And what comfort you bring to us too. 

How deep in our hearts -with your perfume you 
reach. 
And what memories bring you to view? 



Spring Song 



The sun is warm, tke sky is clear, 

Tke robin sings his song of cheer. 

The blue jay calls, the insects hum. 

And all the world knows Spring has come. 
Wake! flowrets, wake! 

Thy sleep is long, — 'tis time twas o er 

And all thy dreams — through open door 

And lifted draperies of snow^. 

Into harmonious hues should flow. 
W^ake! flow^rets, wake! 

Wilt thou not hear me call to thee, — 

Thy darksome bed in gladness flee — 

Crocus! and sweet violet? 

Hepatica! ^What! Dreaming yet? 
^A/^ake! flowrets, wake! 

The snow^ drops surely should be out! 

And pansies! Are you still m doubt? 
Children through all the garden nooks. 

Call you with eager, searching looks. 
Wake! flowrets, ^^ake! 



Young men anJ maidens sad return. 

From quest of you, tkrough wood and turn. 
With leafless t'wigs and bloomless stems. 

For eartk kolds still our dearest gems. 
Wake! flo^vrets, wake! 

The brow of care, the band of greed, — 

Youtb's glee, life's joy and grief, =- all need 

Tby fragrant messages of love, — 

Tby color tones from songs above. 
\V^ake! flowrets, vv^ake! 

Tbe wbole world knoAvs tbat Spring bas come! 

Tbe robin's bere to build bis borne, 
Tbe blue bird sings bis song of love, 

Sunsbine and warmtb, around, above! 
Wake! floAvrets, wake! 



A June Idyl 



Soft and low, soft anci low, 

Tke skaJows lie upon tke grass: 

Cool and clear, cool and clear, 

Tke brooklet murmurs as you pass, 

Cow^slips, buttercups and grass 

Smiletk, bowing as you pass, 

Cow^slips, buttercups and grass! 

Sweet and dear, sweet and dear, 

Tbe maiden's song upon the air, 

Ligbt and free, ligbt and free, 

Tbe zepbyrs sporting witb ber bair, 

Zepbyr, maiden, song and air, 

Sunsbine glinting tbrougb ber bair, 

Zepbyr, maiden, song and air! 



Blitke and gfay, blitke and gay. 
Sings the oriole kis tune. 

Rare and fine, rare and fine 

The roses blossomingf in June. 

Roses, oriole and tune. 

Water lilies too in June, 

Lilies, roses, oriole, tune! 

Firm and pure, firm and pure. 

Another voice joins m tte song! 

Rosy dIusIi, rosy blusk. 

Tells the tale now borne alone! 

Maiden, lover, blusli and song, — 

Wedding bells tLe strains prolong 

Lovers, "weddmg bells and song! 



N 



ovember 



Chill anJ gray, cliiU and gray. 
TLe flowers lie dead neatk Autumn s sway: 

Dark and old, dark and old. 
The tare trees stretck their arms in pain; 

Leafless, hueless, m the rain. 
Hopeless, sorrow^ful and cold! 

Bright and gay, hright and gay. 
Thanksgiving feasts are on their way! 

Cheer and jest, cheer and jest. 
Ring out their merriest refrain. 

Km and lovers meet again. 
Songful, praiseful, at their best. 



Miscellaneous 



Columbia 1 ne Glorious 



1. Vv e sing our o^vn — our native land 

Columbia the gflorious: 
Its prairies rich, its mountains grand, 

Columbia the glorious: 
Its famous rivers, broad ana free. 
From lakes to gulf, from sea to sea — 
God s hand hath wrought triumphantly — 

Columhia the glorious: 

2. Our father's God, hless Thou our lands, 

Columhia the glorious: 
Make us a strong united hand — 

Columhia the glorious. 
Let honor reign, let truth he won — 
From eastern shores to setting sun — 
Be right and faith victorious. 

Columhia the glorious. 



3. Make us a nation ^rand and true — 

Columoia tke gflorious; 
Whose perfect peace the world may view, 

Columbia the glorious; 
Let love — -svith wisdom, justice, might. 
Drive out the wrong, hring m the light — 
To shine o er all victorious 

Columbia the glorious. 

4. "Forward and upward' be our aim, 

Columbia the glorious. 
Pure hearts and lives our right to fame — 

Columbia the glorious; 
Fearless the firm. Thy work begin 
Each day fare forth ne^^r fields to win — 
Life s battle Thine — victorious — 

Columbia the glorious! 



Tkanksgiving 



Today brings back a Jear Tbanksgiving Day long 

past, 
Wben sbe, — friend of my soul — ^vno walks the 

golden street. 
Walked by my side o'er ne\vly fallen sno^\^ as white, 
Tbrougb air as crisp, neacb sunset skies as rosy nued! 
Sucb long mauve sbado"wy lines of ligbt athwart 

tke sbeen 
Of sky and eartb! Tall trees were etcbed against 

tbe sky 
And bere and tbere across tbe snow, — gray bits or 

fruit. 
Brown leaves of oak, red berries of tbe bitter- 

s^sveet, — 
And one late bit of blue — fled past us on tbe ^vlng! 
I know Tbanksgiving, aye and praise are bere — all 

days 

— For me, — cbimneys and roofs bar out my fields 

of snow 
And almost bide tbe sunset color of my sky: 

— But tbere is sky! Now one by one tbe stars appear 
Wbile keeps my soul — faitb, bope, and love! 

Let us give tbanks! 



Gifti 



O wkat can I senci my dear frienJ 

Tkat will tell any part or my love for her? 
Tkere is notking m golJ or m gems, would lend 
Any fragrant thought, like rrankmcense or 
myrrh. 
Or tkat my s^veet message of friendskip could bear. 
But here is a plant, full of buds and of bloom, 
TLat I dearly Mrant for myself, tis so rare; 

rU send tills to ker, t^vill te full of dear love. 
It will trigkten Ler days, and dissipate gloom; 

Eack kud as it opens, eack color and tint, — 
Of faitkful affection -will ^vkisper a kint. 

And wkile grow^mg eack year, grow^tk of love 
will prove. 
My own longing Mrish for tke plant — ske 11 ne er 
dream. 
And tke joy tkat it gives ker, — my o\vn skall 
seem. 



(11) 

Anotlier dear friend I long to rememter — 

Wliat would ske like lest as slie lies on her 
bed? 
And gift time draw^s near, — the last of Decemter! 

No word of impatience sne ever has said; 
But Low many and long are the w^eary Lours, 

Hov^ sligtt are the topes of recovering powers. 
And now fevs/ ner days of brignt sunsnme and cneer 
Relieved from tke Aveiglit of dread suffering 
and fear. 
On a snelf one day, — among Hundreds of books, 
Tkere looked out at me one, — I >;vas ckarmed 
with its looks, 
— Dainty binding, clear type, and softest of paper. 
Tke prayers on its pages h.o\sr trustful and 
strong! 
I just loved this dear took, and cling to it still. 

But tow good it ^viU be for one "shut m' 
and ill. 
What strengthening of faith, w^hat revealmgs of 
bliss, 
O, how^ happy III be ^vhen I ve given her 
this. 



A Song of Birtlidays 



Wken tke years are few. 

Ana tKis life is ne-sv, 
A birtnday means suck a wonderful thing 
Tkat tke keart and tke voice burst fortk anJ sing. 
And tke skies are filled w^itk klossoms and song. 

Wken tke years are more, 

Tko' keyond four-score. 
And tkis life kas taugkt us many a trutk, 
A kirtkday means all tke joys of our youtk. 
Plus many more wonderful tkings ere long. 

Tke test tkings -weVe seen 

We've made ours I ween. 
As weVe trudged along lire s varying w^ay, 
Tke brigkt, and tke pure, tke joyous and gay. 
Beauty and sunskme to mem ry belong. 

But tke pain and strife 

Of tke early life. 
Are lost m tke tender mists of tke Past, 
^Vklle ligkt and ckeer tkrougk eternity last. 
And faitk, kope, and love grow endlessly strong. 



Xw^o Score and Eight 



The golden glories of the setting sun 

Had softened to tlie rosy afterglow 

Of autumn t^viliglit, wliile alone ske sat. 

In calm content, — alone yet not alone. 

And wondered """Had it really grown so late/' 

**Tlie lines nave fallen to me m pleasant w^ays — 

My many years sit liglitly on my heart, ' 

She said, """"If I am truly forty-eight! 

'""I seem like one -who has left far behind 
The restless strife and toil of early morn! 
The passion and the bitterness of noon; 
And all the disappointments of the day 
Have vanished m the restful joy of faith 
Which fills my soul at forty-eight! 

"""Not that I count my day's -work done. 
For like the mothers who do most at night, 
(Their darling little ones tucked safe m hed) 
I m hoping to make much of evening light! 



"^So many days were lost m ckilclisli dreams. 
So many more m heart-actes and in vain regrets. 
And I nave gro-svn so young tkrougk years of pain, 
(The Patter's wondrous tlessing to His chastened 

child) 
I scarce can think I am yet forty-eigfht!' 

'Ouch gallant youths and maidens fair I claim. 

So many children own me for a friend. 

And happy homes have shared with me their cheer? 

So many poor I see with hands outstretched. 

And others crying for the "Bread of Life' 

I find scarce time for tears, the more for prayer 

and work! 
"At evening time it shall he light' — 
I gladly sing this song at forty-eight.' 



Christmas Lullaby 



Sleep darling babykm, sleep thou, on, sleep! 

Dream of the Holy One, Jesus our King, 
Born m far BetUekem, lambkins to keep, — 

On Ckristmas, His Dirtn Jay , praises w^e Using, 
Sleep now, my babykm, sleep tbou, ok, sleep. 

Born in a manger, no cradle, no bed — 

To -wiae men and sbepberds ^vatcbing for light, 

Xne clear star in neaven sbown over bis Head, 

And tbey brought Christmas gifts, wonder- 
ously bright. 

To the dear Holy Baby; Sleep thou, oh sleep! 

Sleep darling babykm, sleep thou, oh, sleep! 

Jesus our Shepherd thy slumbers hath blessed. 
And Vound thee His tenderest love shall keep 

Watch while in quietude gently you rest, — 
In joy at this Christmas-tide: sleep thou, oh, sleep! 



Tke One Baty 

Of all tke dearest sweetest babies 

'Neatn the eternal and radiant sun. 
Tell me anyone wbo pleases 

Wbo s so sw^eet as just this one? 
Papa's pet, and darling Daoy, 

Mamma's love, and bope and joy. 
Rose or lily, pink or pansy. 

Nones so sweet as just tbis boy. 

He sball bave wbistles, kites and marbles. 

Drums, and all sucb glorious run. 
Grandpall tell mm ' oye-lo stories. 

Grandma tbmks be s """"just tbe one. 
Papa's pet, and darling baby. 

Mamma's love, and bope, and joy. 
Rose or lily, pink or pansy. 

Nones so sweet as just tbis boy. 

See bow soon bis eyes be closes, 

Wben tbe bell for dream-land rings. 
Gently now bis bands are folded, 

Wbile tbese -words be softly sings — 
'' Papa's pet, and darling baby. 

Mamma s love, and bope, and joy. 
Rose or lily, pink or pansy. 

Nones so sweet as just tbis boy. 



Baby s Song 

Air — "Upidee" 

The shaJes of sleep are falling fast. 

Rock o bye, rock o bye, 
Tke gates of cJreamlancl almost past. 

Rock o'bye, o'bye. 
Who singfs so sweetly now this song. 

That lulls me gently all night long. 

Rock o'bye, o'hye, o'hye, rock o'hye, rock o'hye. 
Rock obye, o'bye, o hye, rock o hye, o bye. 

Who knows what lovely things they keep. 

Rock o'bye, rock o bye. 
On dreamland shores, for boys who sleep. 

Rock o bye, o Dye. 
What games we play -with children dear, 

\^hat angel music then w^e hear? 

CJiornis 

The eyes so open now must close. 

Rock o bye, rock o bye. 
The eyelids rest on cheeks of rose. 

Rock o'bye, o'bye. 
Forgotten now, the busy day. 

At rest, nor cares he now^ for play. 

Chorus 



Cradle Song 

Tune "My Bonnie" 

My baty lies down on Kis pillow. 

My taty ^vitli Jimples so deep. 
My Laty lies down on his pillow. 

Oh, rock nov<r my taty to sleep. 

Sw^ing lo^v, rock slow^. 

Rock now my taty to sleep, to sleep. 

Saving lo^v, rock slow, 

Ot, rock now my taty to sleep. 

Tte toney tee turns to tte roses, 

Tte toney tee tums a SM^eet tune, 
Tte toney tums to tte roses, 

Tte roses ttat tlossom m June. 
Swing lo\^^, rock slo^v. 
Rock now my taty to sleep, to sleep. 

Saving lo^^v, rock slow, 
Ot, rock now^ my taty to sleep. 

Tten tloAiv, softly tlow winds of summer, 

Tten tlow^ ye my taty to sleep, 

Tten tlo-w, softly tlow winds of summer. 

My darling, my taty's asleep! 

S^w^mg lo\v, rock slow. 

Rock slow, my taty s asleep, asleep. 

Swing low, rock slow, 

Ot, rock slow, my taty s asleep. 



Good Nigkt 



Air — "Good-bye, My Lover, Good-bye" 

Sweet dreams come floatmgf down tLis way. 

Good night, my darling, good nigkt! 
Tired Kands are folded now from play. 

Good nigkt, my darling, good nigkt! 
Tliy mother loves tnee warm and true. 

Thy father hlesses thee anew. 
And Kisses sweet w^e hring to you. 

Good night, my darling, good night! 
Sweet dreams come floating down this way. 

Good night, my darKng, good night! 
Soft peace enfold thee now, I pray! 

Good night, my darling, good night! 

So still the house when thou rt asleep. 

Good night, my darling, good night! 
Soft shadow^s into corners creep. 

Good night, my darling, good night! 
No voice is heard lite thine, my love. 

So gently cooing like a dove. 
With rippling laughter from atove. 

Good night, my darling, good night! 
Sweet dreams are floating do-wn this way. 

Good night, my darling, good night! 
Soft peace enfold thee now, I pray. 

Good night, my darling, good night! 



And soon the morning conies^ so fair. 

Good niglit, my darling, good nignt! 
Witk joy and briglitness everywliere. 

Good nignt, my darling, good nignt! 
Then gently close ttine eyes so true, 

Tke Dirdies sleep, tne flowers too. 
Now crickets softly sing for you. 

Good nigkt, my darling, good nignt! 
Sweet dreams come floating down tnis "way, 

Good nigLt, my darling, good nigtt! 
Soft peace enfold tkee now, I pray. 

Good night, my darling, good night! 



NOV 4 1913 



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